Chapter 117: Proving the Precognitive Dreams Are Real
Yan Zhen silently summoned the system interface, reviewing the script once more. He confirmed that he and the beautiful, wealthy, and kind older sister never engaged in actual dual cultivation. Instead, similar to Yang Guo* and Xiaolongnu*, they would bathe naked in a medicinal pool, their palms pressed together, performing a modified form of dual cultivation to achieve a cure.
— This isn’t right! There’s something wrong with your dreams, Older Sister!
He almost blurted out that he could cure her without dual cultivation, but he wasn’t supposed to know the details of her condition yet. He had to wait.
“Head Shopkeeper, you must have a unique constitution that prevents you from easily engaging in dual cultivation, right? How can you trust me so readily? Aren’t you afraid I’m setting you up?”
“Don’t call me ‘Head Shopkeeper’! Call me ‘Sister Ji Ya’ or ‘Sister Ya’! Or even ‘Good Sister’! Otherwise, I won’t talk to you~”
Ugh.
“Ji Ya… Sister Ji Ya.”
“Good. I trust my judgment. Besides, your cultivation is far below mine, Little Brother Yan Zhen. If you had any malicious intentions, I could easily have my clan’s experts control your mind to complete the treatment. There’s nothing to worry about.”
— That’s not what you said in the script! You were incredibly suspicious, even about the modified dual cultivation method. You questioned everything, demanding reassurance before finally agreeing.
He grumbled inwardly. He trusted the system’s script more than her so-called “precognitive dreams.”
After all, she was only a Mystic Master, and her cultivation had been achieved through pills. Her dreams weren’t necessarily accurate.
But judging by her demeanor, she had clearly dreamt about him multiple times and was quite familiar with him.
No wonder she had called him “Little Brother Yan Zhen” right away, sat beside him, and even granted him Supreme VIP status at the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, giving him unlimited access to everything.
She was both repaying his kindness and trying to win his favor.
She probably figured that since they were destined to perform dual cultivation, they might as well develop a closer relationship beforehand. Then, after the treatment, they would naturally become a couple. A win-win situation.
He might be a mere Mystic One right now, and his status as the Young City Lord of Martial Tang City paled in comparison to hers as the Head Shopkeeper of the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, but he had immense potential. With her support, he would certainly be worthy of her.
The problem was, this wasn’t how the plot was supposed to unfold. He had a way to cure her without actual dual cultivation.
He had to correct her, to steer the plot back on track. Otherwise, this act was doomed.
“You don’t believe me, do you, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“It’s just… so sudden. How can I possibly believe something like that?”
“I understand. That’s why I prepared some… proof. To show you whether my dreams are real or not.”
“Proof?”
She placed a hand on her chest, gesturing for him to look. “Don’t you find my attire… different from ordinary clothing, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
He blinked. “I don’t really pay attention to women’s fashion.”
“Liar. You know what this is, don’t you? It’s a qipao. Am I right?”
“Mmm, you’re right.”
“Compared to other dresses, the qipao is more form-fitting and elegant. It accentuates a woman’s curves. And it’s more convenient to wear and move around in. And this…”
She lifted the hem of her qipao, revealing her long, slender leg clad in black silk. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, her voice a seductive purr. “Touch it. What is this?”
“Your thigh.”
“These are called stockings, right?”
“…”
“They’re not only beautiful but also warm. They go well with high-slit qipaos and short skirts. How do they feel?”
“Amazing. So soft and smooth.”
“I’m glad you like them. And these are called high heels. Am I right?” She wiggled her foot playfully. “I designed all these based on your descriptions in my dreams, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Since they match perfectly, my dreams must be real, right?”
He remembered. After they became sworn siblings, he had felt indebted to her for her generosity, so he had designed several popular women’s clothing items from Earth for her, claiming they would look stunning on her.
She had then recreated all his designs: qipaos, stockings, high heels, bras, thongs, bikinis… She had even modeled them for him, nearly breaking his “emotionless and abstinent” facade.
Then, she had mass-produced these items, imbuing them with Mystic Power, turning them into functional Mystic Tools. They had become a huge success, and she had even shared 30% of the profits with him, despite him having contributed nothing but ideas.
“Um, in your dream… when did I tell you about these things, Sister… Sister Ji Ya?” He needed to confirm the timeline.
“Well…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “Mostly… during our… intimate moments~”
Ugh. He blushed, sneaking a glance at the twin bodyguards, who remained impassive.
They were essentially semi-puppets, loyal to the death. That’s why she felt comfortable being so intimate with him in their presence.
However, he couldn’t use those “intimate moments” to verify the timeline. He would never do such things in the script.
She leaned closer, her voice a whisper against his ear. “I’m wearing a ‘bra’ right now, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Do you believe me now? I can tell you more things that only you would know, to further prove the validity of my dreams.”
“What else?”
“For example, you’re actually a transmigrator. You were reborn into the Yan family of Martial Tang City, becoming the Yan Zhen you are today.”
Holy shit!
He nearly jumped out of his skin. His transmigration and the system were his biggest secrets. To have them exposed so casually was terrifying.
However, in the later stages of the script, he did subtly reveal to those closest to him that he wasn’t from this world.
“H-how did you know?”
She smiled shyly. “You told me yourself in my dream, after we… you know…”
— More “intimate moments”… So people really do get chatty after s*x, huh? I let my guard down!
“Do you need more proof, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“Tell me everything.”
“Then I’ll share some of your… preferences.” She bit her lip, leaning closer.
“You have a dragon mark on your… little brother. It heats up when you’re aroused. And your most sensitive spot is actually your ears. A gentle nibble, and you’re done for. You like it when I sit on top of you, bouncing while… feeding you… like a child who never wants to grow up. And you… you like it from behind…”
— Stop it! I’m not a pervert! I’m not a pervert!
He felt his entire body burning with shame.
Because she was right about everything.
After he obtained the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath, his “weapon” would be enhanced, and a dragon mark would appear on his “dragon,” transforming it into its final form: the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade!
His ears were indeed his weakness. Instructor Yu Xuan had discovered that during their… treatment session.
As for the positions… He hadn’t known much before, but recalling his experiences with his Beautiful Sect Master and his cousins, they had mostly been face-to-face, allowing for… maximum appreciation.
He wouldn’t comment on the last part, though it did make him feel a little… curious.
— This is bad. Her dreams are accurate, while the script keeps contradicting reality. Could it be that her precognitive dreams are the real deal, and the script is wrong?
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Yang Guo* and Xiaolongnu* : The Return of the Condor Heroes’s characters
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